The Fall
Chapter 1
~Fran Gipani

Disclaimer- Flowers sadly cannot make claims to a TV show :(

Author's Note- Ok wow! The response I got to this story was amazing :) You guys are great! Thank you to all of you who followed, faved and/or reviewed! I am so glad you loved it! Enjoy and review at will :) Also I realise how short the chapters are but the plot seems to just split that way...I hope you forgive me :)
~Fran xx

"MERLIN!" Arthur yelled again, wishing…praying for his friend to resurface but Merlin never did. Arthur scanned the water for a little bit of red neck chief or even the brown of his jacket; so such thing floated to the surface. Panic flooded through Arthur as the reality of the situation sank in.

I killed him. I killed Merlin. How could you do that!? It WASN'T a clean shot!

Arthur let out an agonized scream and banged his fist against the ground before standing shakily to his feet. Knowing there was no way he could get down to the edge of the river from where he was he followed the current at a run to find a place where he could safely get down. You won't be any use to Merlin injured…or dead. He told himself as he ran; fighting back the tears that threatened to run down his cheeks. The river was leading him away from Camelot but Arthur didn't really care. He knew that Merlin needed him and there was no way Arthur would deny him that.

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As he felt the arrow pierce his leg Merlin knew what he needed to do, Arthur had only one arrow left which he had just used. So he took one last look at Arthur's panicked face before throwing himself off the cliff, and pulling the assassin with him. The cold air whipped around his hair and his cloths as he fell He tried to slow his decent using magic but the pain in his leg made it hard to concentrate. He let out a sharp gasp as his body hit the freezing water; his back taking the brunt of the force. His head collided with a rock jutting out just above the surface and is wrist connected with a sharp bit of a log that left a trail of red blood as he entered the water.

Merlin's vision clouded immediately as he took a gulp of air before he sank below the rush of the white wash. The assassin had long been dead; having broken his neck on impact with the water so all Merlin could see when he opened his eyes was the blur of the water speckled with his own blood. The fiery pain in his body was paramount as he felt his neck chief catch on a branch that overhung a small waterfall. He pulled his good arm up to meet the knot and try to pry it loose so he wouldn't choke as the current tried to pull his body downstream. Eventually he freed himself and he took in another panicked breath before his slim body tumbled through the rough waters again.

As his vision darkened from lack of air he felt his jacket catch on something and he was pulled from it and back into the ways of the currents. As he felt the last of his air leave him Merlin's vision fogged and darkened before he was lost to the currents of the river.

P.S. I also forgot to add that to all those that are reading my 'My Best Man's an Idiot' fic this story is not replacing it by any means. I will get back to that asap but I needed something to grab me out of the dark hole that is homework and back into the writing world…and this lovely little idea grabbed me. Thank you so much for reading and review at will! :)